Page 187 of Starborn Husbands

“Zhang said no, didn’t he?”

Merrick grunts. “My father’s sanctioned it. The Gods themselves have sanctioned it. The sanctimonious star refuses to let me mate with you. He must feel threatened.”

I laugh despite Merrick’s more persistent sucking, marking me in any way he can. I don’t think Zhang’s threatened by anything. Believe me, I’ve tried. “He’s fucking with you.”

“I know, but … well, I’m trying, okay? We’re a household of sorts—fucking Gods, you’re wet, Treyu,” he says, dipping his fingers down the back of my pants.

His now soiled fingers trail up to my arm and ghost over the handprint he left there. Powerful energy brews within him, and he inhales slowly with hungry eyes. My heart rate picks up. I’m very aware that we haven’t kissed yet since … are we even back together?

Yeah, he sucked my dick, but dicksucking is not kissing.

“I-Is that handprint of yours ever going away?” I say, to calm the sudden nerves electrifying my skin. It’s also a way of asking him what we are. Merrick looks like he wants to eat me, and my skin prickles.

“Do you want it to?” he says.

“No.”

“That’s a good thing. It’s there forever, just like I am for you.”

“You gave up your Garrison rune for me.”

His hand travels to the base of my skull, more tingles pop against my skin. I can smell myself on him.

“Because I love you, Treyu. The Garrison can burn to hell before I spend another day without you.”

Merrick’s hand tightens, holding me in place. His lips crash to mine, and I lose my breath. I claw my hands into his shirt, just in case he might think to go anywhere. He dominates the kiss, deepening it, but I egg him on, panting little whimpers, and sliding my heel to his ass.

“What if I defiled you here in this sacred temple?”

He just wants to piss Zhang off later with that information, but I’m down. “Fuck this sacred temple.”

Merrick sits me up and yanks my shirt off. No one’s here, but it feels like someone is. Or maybe more like someone could be. He half drags, half yanks me to my feet. I expect to be bent over the nearest ledge, instead, he lifts me onto the smooth wooden table—the same one where they make all their important decisions—unlaces my pants and tugs.

“Here?” I raise a brow.

“They fucked you over, so now I’m fucking you over their fancy table. Legs up.”

I bite my lip, staring up at him like he’s the god, and bend my legs overhead, spreading wide for him. He stares. The longer he stares, the more I become aware of how naked I am, and how clothed he is.

Crack!A heavy hand connects with my exposed ass.Crack!Again. Pain blooms in the shape of a handprint. “Don’t you have enough handprints on me?”

“You should see yourself.” He ignores my griping. “Open, dripping, waiting to be fucked. What if someone walked in to see what a depraved little star you are, hmm?”

His thumb presses against my pucker, sinking in. There’s only half a roof over us, broken pillar fragments litter the entryway, and anyone could waltz in at any time. My nuts tingle, the ones hanging obscenely over my taint.

All those things are exactly why he should fuck me now.

He pulls his cock out and rubs it along my wet crack, letting it find its way inside naturally. I hiss and hum, my hole suffers the burning stretch of him opening me wide. It’s the first time his dick’s been in me since we broke up. I’ve missed being full of him.

Merrick lets me get used to him, brushing fingers over the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. He snarls, unable to hold back any longer, sliding his cock out and slamming in again. Owning the fuck out of me.

His hips find a steady rhythm while I strain to keep my legs apart for him. “Mair,” I whine. The position allows him to go deep enough to overwhelm my senses.

“I belong right here, don’t I? Deep in your ass.”

“Yes.Oh, fuck.” My eyes flick to the door—anyone coming up the stairs?—and the idea that someone might find us like this sends wild shivers quaking over my body.

A slick-drenched hand locks around my cock, and my back arches off the table. “Oh, my Gods, fuck.”